Dantes keeps a wary eye open for any sign of movement.

Yngvar will travel in the middle of the group, with Silas if he is here, not sure if he came.

In reply to Yngvar the Mad (msg # 11):

Stealthy as he believes himself to be, Gremo takes point. Unfortunately, he jingles a bit as he moves with bow drawn and  great sword sheathed.
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Barghujin smiles to herself. So much paranoia. Perhaps these people should travel more widely.

She settles herself into a rhythm, about 10ft behind Gremo and 10ft to the right of Silas, Yngvar, and Jonquil. Elihad tags along in his usual place about 10ft behind her.

Silas was happy to hear of values of the scrolls and carefully packed them so he could sell them later, since he couldn't cast such spells either. Then he joined the others in the inn and later on the road north.

"So, Yngvar, could you tell me more about how magic works? I am very new to it all and i didn't have a chance to find a teacher or skilled wizard before..." he starts to chat while they are walking. He was entourned by armed fighters so he wasn't really worried about dangers the road seemingly had.
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Yngvar starts to explain magical theory to Silas, general instructions if he could help. It would be nice if they could keep the spells for the future, but they were worth a lot! Besides, how often do you need a polymorph spell, at least he hoped they didn't need them, though they still would make nice additions to their books!

Maple eyes the sides of the track, expecting something to happen

The party reaches a signpost, reading Coppice and pointing further up the road. A bloodstained rag has been wrapped around the post; a symbol of distress.

Eirlys stops and gazes at the ominous symbol a moment before drawing her lower lip between her teeth on an intaken breath.  "This doesn't bode well at all," she says softly, taking her bow out, notching an arrow and looking towards this Coppice.

"Have any of you travelled this way before; or heard rumours for any idea on what would cause the distress?" she adds still soft spoken.

"We've never been here or heard anything about it. Sorry." Yngvar says to Eirlys.

"Not me," says Dantes, looking around. "Looks like we have work ahead of us in Coppice."

When the group is ready he continues on with them.

”I travelled through there decades ago on my Ill-fated adventure. It was quite unremarkable.”
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In reply to Jonquil the Blind (msg # 21):

"Things may have changed. Let's be reasy!"

Wynne grunts but walks ahead, bow at the ready.

OOC: Any other signs of trouble: tracks, debris, anything like that?

When they move on toward Coppice, Yngvar settles into the middle of the party! "What can you tell us Jonquil about what we will be facing ahead, anything in particular?" he asks their blind companion. "How did you lose your sight?"

His face is expressionless.

”Our ultimate destination is the Keep on the Borderlands. In the labyrinth below it is a temple of Chaos where I made the mistake of examining one of the  vile incense cones they used…and it cost me my sight…”

"You lit it? We don't like incense so will never light it!" he tells Jonquil.

”No…we didn’t want to risk lightning it. I touched the cone to my tongue. Dumbest move of my life…even for an adventurer…”

"So sad. Didn't you have the money to remove the blindness with a priest?" Yngvar asks.

In reply to Yngvar the Mad (msg # 28):

”No prayer could undo this curse. That’s why I need a sample of the incense for an alchemist to study and find an antidote.”

In reply to Your GM (msg # 29):

"So sorry, we'll do what we can to help!" Yngvar reinforces to him.

Silas felt uneasy after seeing the signs of struggle along their road. He became quiet and very carefully observing their sorroundings, expecting attack any moment. Not like he could fight but he could at least yell and alarm the fighters in the group of incoming danger. He moved closer to Yngvar and Jonquil. "How guarded was that temple? How many enemies should we expect along the way? And how will we manage to not get lost in labirinth?" He asked worridly still carefully observing the sides of the road.

"Shyte! We don't have any chalk to mark our path! A labyrinth you say? We had no idea about that! We need to mark our path so we know the way we came!" Yngvar laments!

In reply to Yngvar the Mad (msg # 32):

"We'll have to tread carefully, then, and map our progress as we go."

At the mention of the coppice and its issues, Barghujin draws her bow from her quiver and strings it, transfering it to her left hand. In hr right hand she carries the spear. If she needs to use either she can drop the one she doesn't immediately require.
She partially listens to Jonquil's tale, but primarily she is listening for the absence of natural sound which signifies a presence which is disquietening to the normal order of things, although given the size of the travelling group and the disturbance it exerts, that may be difficult to detect in advance.